Edward (Jeff) Garrison 

Trygve was a good friend of mine. We had a lot of adventures together, like climbing up a cable on the north end of the GG Bridge one Saturday night. Real scarey that was. He passed away in Walla Walla, Washington several years ago. He was a Navy reserve veteran, and attended San Francisco State with an accounting major. After he dropped out of SF State he went to Alaska, where he bought a 32-foot, round bottomed, wooden fishing boat, named the Mary Claire. During the 4 years of my Air Force enlistment, I would get postcards and letters, in summers, from Trygve from places like Majorca, Spain and Hawaii, and Baja, Mexico where he would "winter over" after fishing season on Bristol Bay and the Bering Sea ended. I recall one letter from Majorca when he described a small house he had rented and a used car he bought, and he used that as a base while he traveled all over Europe. I was so jealous. After I served , I went back to Marin and got in touch with him, and I crewed for two summers on the Mary Claire, and we rebuilt the engine, and caulked it with cotton and cement, and fished on Bristol Bay and went out to the "edge" of the Bering Sea in that little leaky, round bottom wooden boat. That first season we were cought up in a fishermens' strike to raise the price of the salmon we sold to the canneries from 21 cents a pound to 25 cents a pound, and the Union settled for 23 cents a pound. That was one rough strike, with strike breakers and fights. It was a real Jack London kind of experience. After we got caught in a gale, (It was almost a "Perfect Storm") we decided to fish closer to Naknek, up the river where the canneries are. I almost saw God in that gale. There are no atheists among deep sea fishermen. I've said it before and I'll say it again; Rest in God's hands old friend of mine.